Within my Garden, rides a Bird | Affiliated Manuscripts

H 26 (Fr370A)

ca. 1862, fall

Ink | Fair copy | Bound (fascicle 18)

On laid, cream, lightly-ruled stationery, embossed with a flower within a decorated horizontal oval

Retained in Dickinson's archive.
Within my Garden, rides
a Bird
Opon a single Wheel –
Whose spokes a dizzy music
make
As ′twere a travelling Mill –
He never stops, but slackens
Above the Ripest Rose –
Partakes without alighting
And praises as he goes,

 

Till every spice is tasted –
And then his +Fairy Gig + Microscopic Gig ↓↓
Reels in remoter atmospheres –
And I rejoin my Dog,

 

And He and I, perplex us
If positive, ′twere we –
Or bore the Garden in the Brain
This Curiosity –